Remembering the First’s words, I admire the dark orange sky, the same colour as the dusty path that I’m following. Two red suns hang high above me, but none of the heat rising from the surrounding rocks reaches me. I can’t even feel the breeze blowing across the few dry, withered plants beside my feet.
I suppose I would if they were my real feet and this my real body, but it’s not. It’s simply a vessel for my mind, woven from a mental net designed to resemble my real body, which is still lying safely in the hotel in Egypt being watched in turns by mum, dad and Ru. Still, the First had warned me that if I’m injured here in this world, then my real body will be affected. To what extent, it wouldn’t say, yet by the seriousness of its voice, I would guess that it’d be severe. Not something I
